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✧With all my heart✧

{You give Sirius a ring and he doesn’t know how to accept a gift like a normal person}

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Sirius has slung himself haphazardly over the velvet armchair, his legs hooked over the armrest and there’s a cigarette that sits on his supple lips, and you watch as he stretches upward, using his elbows for support, he turns his head towards the open window as he blows out a cloud of smoke.

His position doesn’t look comfortable, but he didn’t mind it, it was better than you sitting in the midst of his cigarette smoke.

“You alright? You’ve been quiet” he asks as he flicks the bud of his cigarette out the window, standing from the armchair and walking over to you on the sofa picking up a cherry-flavored sweet that sits in a small bowl on the coffee table.

He plops himself down by your side, and he's close, close enough that you can feel his body heat radiating from him.

“Yeah I’m alright” you smile as he slings his arm over your shoulder pulling you into his side, his lips press a kiss on the top of your head, “Oh! I brought something for you” you smile and Sirius looks at you with a quizzical expression.

“You did?” He smiles watching you take a tiny red box from the small pouch of your backpack, excitement tingles through his body leaving a fluttering feeling in his chest.

“Yeah, I was in this old antique store with Lily yesterday and this caught my attention, thought of you” your voice is quiet with a sudden shyness.

His heart blooms at the thought of him being on your mind, he takes it from your hands, and you watch as he opens the small box you feel giddy with nervousness as his eyes widen with surprise, and your index finger picks at the sides of your thumb as you wait for a response.

Sirius looks at you with nothing but fondness in his eyes, his black curls resting against his cheeks, “You're proposing to me?” He teases with a fake high-pitched almost whiny voice, taking the ring from its cushioned box.

“What? No!” You shake your head trying to grab the ring from his nimble fingers as he doges your erratic hands, the nervousness in your body seems to dissolve as he stops to admire the ring.

“Just teasing you sweetheart” he smiles as he pushes the ring over his index finger, it has a black band and it’s embedded with red crystal, and it fits, you sigh softly in relief.

“You’re such a dickhead” you whine pushing at his shoulders as he tries to hug you, leaning his whole body weight onto you, and you eventually cave in as he wraps his arms around your soft midsection, "Honestly, you're so insufferable" you sigh, he's laying between your legs on the sofa, his cheek smushing against yours and his hair pressed against the side of your face.

“Mmm yeah yeah— all I’m hearing is that you love me and you can’t get enough” he smiles pressing sloppy kisses against your warm face, giggling to himself when you whine out in disgust.

“You only hear what you want to hear, Sirius,” you say and he feigns offense mumbling about how you're breaking his heart, his head resting against your chest as his hand creeps under your shirt his cold fingers tracing the soft skin of your tummy.

“Such a sap” you whisper your fingers threading through his soft black locks as he nuzzles into you deeper.

“Whoa, full of it today aren’t you angel?” He lets out a breathy laugh looking up at you through his ridiculously beautiful eyelashes that could make any girl envious, your hand cups his flushed cheek, and your thumb gently caresses the beauty mark that sits underneath his right eye.

“Thank you— for the gift, it’s beautiful- hope it didn’t break your bank” he winces at his words, he doesn’t know how to truly thank you he’s never been the best at receiving heartfelt gifts, especially from you and your lovely heart.

“You don’t have to thank me handsome, besides I don’t have a budget when it comes to you” you murmur pressing a kiss to his forehead.

You can sense the shift in him he goes quiet, and he hates the voice that shouts from the back of his head about how you deserve someone better, someone, who isn’t so complicated.

“I love you” he whispers so quietly you almost don’t hear him, his hot breath fans across your chest, “I really do love you” he mumbles into your skin and he hopes you believe him, he hopes you realize that he appreciates you and your gift.

Your eyebrows knit together in worry as you continue to play with his soft hair, “I love you more Sirius” you whisper resting your cheek against the top of his head.

Suddenly he’s sitting on his knees looking down at you with a completely baffled expression on his pretty face, and it’s almost comical at how animated he looks, “You couldn’t even if you tried my love— even if you tried your hardest” he says with a smug smirk his index finger waves in front of your face as you roll you eyes.

You like this side of Sirius, his playful loving banter fills your heart with happiness and you hope you can continue to provide him with lovesick happiness for the rest of his life, he lays back down on top of you his head resting against the crook of your neck, "I love you with all my heart" his lips grazing against the soft skin of your neck as you giggle at how 'cheesy' he's being.

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☾⋆AN//Hope you enjoyed my loves!! <3 {{Requests are open btw!}}

I cope by writing stomach-churning fluffy Sirius.

✧Chop chop!✧

{You cut Sirius’ hair}

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Sirius is sitting on the end of your bed, crossed-legged with his red acoustic guitar in his lap, as carelessly strums a soft melody, there’s a crease that taunts his brows as he tucks a stray strand of black hair behind his ear for like the tenth time tonight, and you can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of you when he lets out a huff of frustration.

“Do you want a bobble?” You ask putting your book down, he looks up at you his facial features softening.

“It won’t help lovely, s’got a mind of its own” he sighs ever so dramatically before running a hand through his raven locks, “Needs cutting, all it of it” and there’s a smirk that teeters on his lips because he knows you’re absolutely mad about his hair for whatever reason.

“Okay, that’s a tad bit dramatic Sirius” you roll your eyes and he laughs at you, twiddling a strand around his finger, “You’re such a wind up” you deadpan as he pretends to cut his hair with his fingers.

You move over to where he’s sitting on the bed, your fingers combing through his soft hair, “I could cut it for ya” you smile fixing the pieces of hair that frame his face, placing a gentle kiss on his cupid's bow.

“Mm not sure I trust you with my hair” he taunts studying your face for a reaction.

“I’ll just cut it when you’re asleep” you smirk before leaning into him whispering a threatening, “Sleep with one eye open love” he laughs at you, his eyes shut and nose slightly crinkled with a joyful expression and it fills your heart with love.

“Alright fine, you can cut it just contain yourself okay? My hair is my best feature” he jokes but you have an inkling that his words carry an underlying seriousness.

You clap with excitement as you jump off the bed running to grab some hair-cutting scissors, Sirius would be lying if he said seeing you this excited to cut his hair wasn’t making him just a little nervous.

“Okay!— come take a seat handsome” you wink patting your desk chair for him to take a seat, he walks over with a certain hesitation.

“You sure you wanna do this in your bedroom?” He asks sitting in the chair as you wrap a towel around his shoulders, you move to stand in front of him, hands on his cheeks as you lift his head up to face you.

“This is going to blow your mind, but there’s a crazy invention called a hoover that-“

He rolls his eyes as he pinches the fat on your thighs you stop mid-sentence yelping his name in shock as you slap his shoulder.

“Alright, smartass” he sighs hands settling on the back of your thighs as he pulls you closer to him, your fingers threading through his hair, “Remember to contain yourself sweetheart” he reminds you watching as you take the scissors with a smile.

Sirius holds his breath as you cut the dark pieces of hair, he sees them fall on the floor from the corner of his eye, which he quickly shuts as your knuckles graze against his cheek.

“Breathe, Sirius” you let out a breathy giggle, and he blushes when he realizes just how close you are to him.

close enough for a kiss, he thinks and his hand cups your concentrated face pulling you into him and stealing your lips in a loving kiss, you gasp in surprise which only makes him laugh.

“Sirius you idiot, I could’ve- mm” and before you can finish complaining he pulls you back into him, his lip’s crashing against yours, his hand still squeezing your things.

You pull away suddenly feeling very warm, “Pack it in before I cut all your hair off” you warn him giggling as he makes a kissy face to you, you press one last kiss to his cheek, “Now behave” you smile as you continue to cut his hair.

It takes a little under an hour when you're finally done and you look at him admiring your work, his hair now sitting neatly just above his shoulders, and it frames his pretty face beautifully and you can’t lie you’re quite proud of yourself.

“Do I still look handsome?” He asks looking up at your proud smile, his fingers push through his hair the short length feels odd.

“Oh drop-dead gorgeous” you smile bringing a mirror to his face you watch as he checks himself out, nodding in approval with an impressed look on his face.

“Huh, should’ve more trust in you sweetheart” and perhaps Sirius has found himself a new hairdresser.

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☾⋆AN/ Hope you enjoyed my loves! <3

Lazy morning

{mornings with Sirius}

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It’s early, 6am, and the sun is still rising casting its orangey light through your window, painting the small room with a comfortable warmth, and you notice the way beams of sunlight shine through the curtains like a beacon of light.

You look over at Sirius who is fast asleep, his cheek smushed against the pillow and his mouth slightly agape, you smile at the sight as you gently push his hair from his face tucking the black strands behind his ear, fingertips grazing against his cheek and you admire the small beauty mark that sits under his eye, how his skin glows underneath the suns warm light, it’s unfair that he still looks so beautiful in the midst of sleep.

You enjoy the silence for a moment, moving closer to Sirius’ warmth as his arm slings over your waist, and he mumbles something incoherent and you smile at how he shuffles closer to you, still completely dazed by sleep.

“Stop staring at me, creep” he mumbles against your neck, his legs entangling with yours as he urges you even closer to him.

You feel his hand dip underneath your shirt, his warm palms settling against the small of your back, “I wasn’t staring, I was admiring” you whisper, enjoying the way his fingers trace along your back and he hums in acknowledgment.

His nose nuzzles closer into your neck chasing after your body warmth and the ends of his hair tickle your skin, “You’re so warm” he says lips grazing against you and he presses gentle kisses to your neck down to your shoulder and you sigh at the loving feeling.

He continues to pepper your skin with soft kisses, from your chest trailing up to your neck then jaw, and finally, your face and you burst out in a fit of giggles trying to push him away, hands against his shoulders.

You glance over to your phone, it's already seven and there's a text from James, “We need to get up” you giggle at how Sirius shakes his head, “We can’t be late for James’ match, It's a big one today” you tell him and he groans against your skin, thinking about how cold it was outside the last time you both went.

“Five more minutes lovely, just five more minutes” he whispers with such a persuasive tone that you can’t help but want to indulge him and the way his hands rub against your waist down to your hip makes it even more impossible to move.

You know he’s a nightmare to try and get up, he could lay in bed with you all day if he had it his way, you had to bribe him out of bed.

“Sirius we really can’t be late, James will kill us” you giggle, trying to think of ways to get him out of bed, “Come on we’ll make breakfast together,” you say, playing with his hair.

He doesn’t answer straight away, still silently debating whether or not he wants to get out of bed, “We could make pancakes?” You suggest.

He watches as you get up, eyes trailing along your body, “Come on sleepyhead” you smile pulling at his hand, trying to get him out of bed, he lets out a groan as he reluctantly stands up following you to the kitchen with the odd complaint here and there.

“You’re a bully” he whispers, head resting against your shoulder as he stands behind you while you prepare the pancake batter, you roll your eyes at how dramatic he can be.

“Oh, a bully?” You laugh, and he nods against your neck hands dipping under your shirt to settle against your belly, “I’m making you pancakes at seven in the morning because I love you” you tell him and you can feel as he smiles against your skin, “I don’t think a bully would do that, would they baby?”

You move over to the stove with Sirius still practically glued to your side as you carefully pour the batter into the pan, “Yeah yeah, I love you too” he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before walking over to the kettle to brew the pair of you some tea, maybe mornings with Sirius weren’t too bad.

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Take a little break

{Sirius convinces you to take a break and you end up sharing your first kiss}

Hope you enjoy my lovelies! 💕

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Routine was something you found solace in, a day constructed by steps where everything fell into place, you couldn’t think of any other way to live, that was until you met Sirius Black who seemed to live the exact opposite, he called it ‘living in the moment' a concept that you had a hard time adjusting to.

But you tried even if it felt so impossible, you lived in the moment with him and you slowly learned to love it, the spontaneity of life with Sirius was so freeing, he taught you a lot of things about yourself that you couldn’t even begin to imagine as you did for him.

Loving him was the easiest part of it all, his laughter and soft touches, he made you feel so adored without fail constantly, it became hard to find flaws within yourself with the way he looks at you as if you were an angel sent from the heavens above and to him you are, you’re his angel.

Even when your sleeves are rolled up as you scribble down notes, papers sprawled across the table, he’s completely enamoured by you and the way your nose scrunches up slightly as you concentrate, or the way your purse your lips, god, he wants to kiss you so bad.

He’s been waiting for a little over half an hour for you to be done working but then again he thinks he’d wait for days with how pretty you look, the way the evening sun seeps into the room settling against your skin, angelic, he thinks.

He reaches over to hold your free hand, “You should take a break, angel” he tries for the fourth time tonight, with the hope that you might just actually listen to him this time.

“I can’t- I need to get this done” you mumble completely wrapped up in your own work as you reach over to another book, you start to read through the contents.

He leans back into his chair, his fingers tapping against the wooden table to the melody of old eighties songs you have playing on your phone, and he frowns at the obvious stress that envelopes you.

Sirius racks his brain trying to think of ways to get you to take a break, anything to stop that crease between your brows and the stress that settles in your eyes.

He moves his chair to sit beside you, a hand on your thigh as he watches you write notes, “When does it need to be handed in?” He asks softly, watching as you nibble the inside of your lip.

You look over at him, “Next week, Friday” you shyly tell him, going back to writing, and you hear him let out an audible sigh.

It was only Sunday, you had all week and the next to get this done but you were dead set on completing it now and your stubborn mind was nothing but relentless, you just had to get it done.

“Angel, you’ve got two weeks to do this, you can’t just do it all in one sitting,” he says, his tone is so caring it makes your chest flutter, “Come on, let’s go do something”

You purse your lips as you look down at the work then back to Sirius, you know he’s right you haven’t moved for what felt like hours and you’re in desperate need of a break, but that little voice in the back of your head is just so persistent.

“I can’t Sirius I just need to get this out of the way” you sigh, feeling a little guilty at the way his shoulders drop.

He takes your hand lifting it to his mouth as he presses a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “Please?” He whispers and you can’t help but giggle at the way he pouts, the hopeful glint that flashes through his eyes, and you just can’t say no to him.

“What would we even do?” You ask smiling at how his eyes widen softly with shock, the relief that washes over him as you finally give in.

He hums as he thinks about the question, “We should go for a walk, get some air, then food?” He suggests, thumb grazing over the curves of your knuckles.

“Okay, yeah we can do that” You smile, as he pulls you up to your feet, you gasp at the sudden movement and the sound of the soft eighths music gets a little louder.

You shake your head with a chuckle noticing the playful smirk that teeters on his lips, “But first, we should dance” he says, pulling you closer to him and you’re already trying to push away from his arms.

“No Sirius I can’t dance” You giggle at the way he starts singing poorly to the lyrics of ‘Don’t you forget about me’ his hands are against your hips as he keeps urging you closer.

There's an uncontrollable smile that adorns his face, a sight you don’t think you could ever be bored of, as he spins you around before bringing you back into him, and you finally give in as you indulge him for a minute.

The pair of you dance messily together in your living room, socked feet colliding together as you both practically trip over each other, the sound of your laughter flows around you both and Sirius doesn’t think he could be any happier.

“You’re not that bad angel” he says chuckling at the way you roll your eyes, such pretty eyes, he thinks as you both continue to gently sway, his arms still wrapped around you.

Your head comes to rest against his shoulder, and for the first time in a couple of weeks, you finally feel at peace, “Yeah? I can't be as bad as you” you giggle as his fingers pinch at your sides.

You look at him a gentle hand brushing his hair behind his ear, he’s so effortlessly beautiful that it makes you almost envious, the way the now setting sun dusts against his skin, you reach up to press a kiss to his cheek.

He tenses slightly at the feeling, you're so close to him, so wrapped up in your love his hands cup either side of your face with such care, his eyes flicking from yours to your lips.

“I want to kiss you” he whispers, and he thinks his heart might jump out of his chest when you look at him, god such pretty eyes, he thinks once again.

You go giddy with excitement and you feel yourself heat up at his gentle words, “Can I Kiss you?” He lets out a shaky sigh.

He hasn’t the slightest idea of why he’s suddenly so nervous, perhaps it’s you, he’s scared of messing things up, going too fast, and ultimately he’s scared of losing you, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

So he waits, he would wait forever, until you make up your mind, “Of course you can” You smile, and that’s all he needs as he pulls you closer to him, his lips capturing yours gently as you move into him.

It’s a short kiss broken by soft giggles that you just can’t help, a sound Sirius swears could fix everything wrong in the world, “I can’t kiss you when you’re all giggly” he says although he’s no better himself as he tries to stifle his own laughter.

“I’m sorry- I’m just happy,” you tell him, and he’s at a complete loss for words.

“I’m glad” he whispers as he pulls you back into him, his lips against yours once again, his head tilts slightly as he deepens the kiss.

You both completely lose yourselves in the feeling, the way his lips fit against yours so perfectly, how his hand rests against your cheek while your fingers thread through his hair.

He pulls away, his forehead resting against yours, “If we leave now we might still catch the sunset” you tell him, as he shakes his head his nose bumping against yours.

“Mm, I think I just want to stay here and kiss you,” he says peppering kisses against your face, how could you say no to that?

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-Sirius Black x reader

{Sirius is a little more touch starved then he thought, he just doesn’t know how to ask for help}

Short and sweet! Enjoy as always lovelies!! 💕

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Sirius wildly underestimated just how much of an effect you had on him. He was absolutely hooked on everything revolving around you. Remus and James often teased him for it, telling him that you had him wrapped around your dainty finger, which is somewhat true, not that Sirius would ever admit to it.

But it was still true nonetheless, his heart was yours, wholly.

Which means that in hindsight he most definitely shouldn’t struggle with asking for a simple hug, or kiss or even just to cuddle. But goodness was that easier said than done because the words seem to be caught in the back of his throat. It made him feel silly in a way.

You could tell something was wrong with him just by how quiet he was. Sitting as far away as possible, fidgeting with his hands as he focuses on anything but you. Sirius hates this feeling, whatever it might be.

You notice the way his eyebrows furrow together, how he nibbles on his bottom lip as if he’s deep in contemplation. He looks as if he wants to say something, but he stops before the words can leave him, he does this almost five times before you finally decide to say something.

You nudge his thigh with your foot, making him look over at you, “What’s going on huh? you've been really quiet” You ask, and he almost looks surprised that you even noticed.

He goes to say something but then he closes his mouth once again. There's a beat of silence before speaks again, “Nothing angel, it's nothing” liar, complete liar. And he knows, by the unsure look in your eyes, that you have caught on to his not-so-believable lie, that’s why he’s quick to stand up making his way to your kitchen, saying something about him being 'thirsty'.

He doesn’t want to confront the situation, or his feelings, he's always had a bad habit of bottling things up, in fact, he didn’t really want to think about it, so he avoids it altogether. But you catch on to what's happening pretty quick, the way he kept glancing over at you, how his hands were constantly fiddling with something. It was a dead giveaway.

So you follow him out to the kitchen, noticing that he's leaning against the countertops, his lower back pressed against the dark marble as he runs a hand through his hair with an almost frustrated groan.

You place a gentle hand against his shoulder and he sighs at the warm feeling. “Hey, come here” you whisper, softly smiling at the way his eyes light up as you hold your arms out for him.

He doesn’t need to be told twice, his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you close to him and he swears his heart might just jump out of his chest. It’s pathetic he thinks, how you can make him feel like this, as if he might just crumble.

Your hands soothe against his back, “You should’ve just asked baby” you tell him as he buries his head further into your shoulder breathing deeply, and he feels like he can finally breathe.

“Didn’t know how” he admits and your hands cup either side of his face. Sirius thinks the embarrassment might just eat him alive, but then you press your lips against his and he melts completely at the loving feeling.

He loses himself, his heart blooming with warmth as he chases after your lips with haste, eager to feel you close to him as if it was the first time you’ve seen each other in years.

“Thank you” he whispers, as he rests his forehead against yours and you let out a breathy giggle as your thumb grazes against his cheek.

“Anytime handsome,” you tell him smiling at the way he chuckles, shaking his head softly. His arms circling around you once again.

You tug on his hand as you lead him back to the living room, pulling him down on the sofa with you as you both lay together entwined with nothing but love, and Sirius wouldn’t have it any other way.

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